Big Life

33 - Reconstruction is no big deal (2)

“Yes, not Hajgan, but something else. ”

- Mmm! Yes, I am.

The murmur of the bright seats resounded very strongly in my ears.

Reconstruction was a horse with two eyes on the grave of Seo Gun Woo.

“I want to avoid prejudice. ”

- You mean the readers' reaction.

“Maybe this is some kind of challenge as a writer. How much can we accomplish with an unfamiliar name rather than rebuilding? Or get reader empathy and response, that sort of thing. ”

- I understand because I've written before.

“I've poured everything I have into human malice. So I'm a little bit confident, and in particular, I want to avoid this one even more prejudiced. Huh? That's a new one. You must have used this well because it's famous, right? Positive or what? Is it a new piece? But he used to have a fantasy or a compromise. No, the whole negative thing is the same thing. ”

- Obviously, that can happen. I can understand how you feel.

“Thank you for saying that. ”

Reconstruction was still looking at the grave of Seo Gun Woo.

In fact, there was another small reason to use a pseudonym.

I only cared about it because it was personal reasons not to mention it.

I have been thinking about the completion of the "man's evil" initiative.

I want to publish in the name of my teacher and repay him for his kindness at least.

He was wondering if he would become his own dedicated minister to Seo Gun Woo who taught him infinite teachings.

After a while.

Myeongseok said on the other side of the radio.

- I was a little surprised, actually.

“Surprised?”

- I was thinking about publishing someone's malice on a pseudonym.

“Yes · · · · · · ·? ”

The reconstruction opened its eyes wide.

I can't believe Myeong-seok was thinking the same thing. So when I said I wanted to write a pseudonym, I was a little surprised.

- Well, to be precise, that was her first comment.

“Oh, you did? ”

- Yes, I'm sorry, but my wife wants to explain herself. Would you excuse me for a moment?

“Of course. Put me through. ”

There was a rustling sound.

Soon, Eugene's voice was as lively as ever.

- Good morning, Dr. Ha! You've made an excellent decision to make an anonymous list!

“Ah-ha-ha, yes. I'm so glad this wasn't my idea. ”

- I'm good, too, Hah. It's time to challenge the world.

The face of the rebuilding was frozen as if smiling.

“World Challenge?”

- Yes, make a nickname for the English language and start attacking foreign markets. The background of the novel is L.A., so it's a gold rush.

“Wait, starting with the English name and the foreign market? ”

- English is more acceptable in your market than Asian names. America, the UK, Australia, Canada and India. You know I'm a good agent, right?

This is literally an entry point.

Reconstruction is difficult and the head is swiped backwards.

I was going to publish it in the name of Seo Gun Woo first. Eugene has offered a completely different orientation, even if it is the same intention.

- The Bress is actually winning in the United States. And no matter how vague the boundaries of genres and paragraphs are in the West, But basically, it's my judgment that human malice is far from what genre readers like.

“I agree. ”

- Hah, especially for English-speaking readers, it's scary. So again, I say, I think it's better to go to the English name of the human malice. much more than the readers would expect from The Breeze's unequal light. If your sales volume is not good, you may identify yourself later as part of your marketing efforts.

Clearly, Eugene's tone was bold and straightforward, whether it was because he had lived in the United States for a long time. She spoke nonchalantly.

- And, uh, Dr. Ha. You know the Nobel Prize for Literature has to be translated into English, right? Haha, you might later become a Nobel Prize winner for human malice, so think ahead.

“The Nobel Prize for Literature. I've received countless compliments, but this is too unlikely. ”

- I've read all about human evil. It was about digging into the heart. My heart is still pounding with excitement. My husband told me to read it later because it was depressing, but I couldn't bear it and read it. Oh-ho!

The sound of cheerful laughter ringing in my ears.

Reconstruction stood at the headquarters and looked at the tombstone of Seogun Woo.

- Ha, you're a world-class writer now. I also heard you talking to my husband about how you feel about human malice.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

- I want you to look at the world, not just the Korean market. You have to do it now. I want to do my best as my husband is the last piece of work as editor.

At Eugene's words, the reconstruction takes its eyes off the tombstone and raises its head.

I had forgotten all the time I was on the phone.

The person who grabbed hold of the editor-in-chief to quit and asked him to take on the "evil of man" was no one but himself.

In other words, this was an irresistible offer.

"The work of man's wickedness" is a work that will be a beauty for both Myeong and Eugene.

- Hello?

“Yes, I'm listening. ”

Reconstruction awakened from thought.

The tribute to the teacher decided it was imperative to plan for the future.

“I'll do as you say. Let's also think of a good nickname when we retire. ”

The voice again turned to clarity, and the reconstruction hung up after a few more conversations about the work schedule.

A drop of sweat flowed from the temples that were holding the hot phone.

“· · · · · · · · The story goes like this. ”

“Meow?”

“I'm talking to myself. Say hello to your boss. I think it's gonna get hot again soon, and it's hard for you and your eyebrush, so I'm gonna head back. ”

Lika wanders around the grave as if she could understand.

In the meantime, the reconstruction slowly removes what it brought and prepares to leave.

“I'll see you again. Ahjussi, and... ”

The rebuilding stopped and headed for the tomb.

“That old man I just saw. I was starting to worry about that feeling of hope. It might be a little different than the first draft I showed you today. I'll bring it back to you when it's edited. ”

After the rebuilding, I got in the car with Lika and the snow brush.

As he drove all the way back, he stepped on the brakes where he had left the house about 100 meters away.

‘This is bad.' ’

There were about twenty people standing around in front of the house.

They were readers, not journalists. Instead of the camera, everyone was holding a gift pack or a bunch of flowers. After the news that I got married at home appeared on the news and 'healing tent’, more readers came to visit me.

‘I'd like to concentrate and retreat, but I can't. ’

The reconstruction immediately turned the car around.

The new destination for navigation was Su Hee's apartment where she lived alone before the wedding.

I intend to stay until I finish my retirement. In retrospect, it was a divine move that tried to stop Su Hee from disposing of the apartment.

* * *

“Why do you have nightmares so often, Father? You should at least take a concubine. ”

“No, I don't think so. ”

As I wiped off the cold sweat that was flowing down my brow, Taejin responded with difficulty.

The aftermath of the nightmare that had not yet left me breathed heavily. The old friend's face that I saw in my dream was still dazzling.

“I'm going to publish.”

“Yes?”

“The last trip. ”

Myeong-seok couldn't say anything.

"Last Trip" is a long novel in which Tae Jinn has been retired until recently. It was also considered to be very cold and harsh by the reconstruction.

“I guess the nightmare continues because I'm holding on to the impossible. I don't want to burden myself anymore. ”

“Father. ”

Myeong-seok could not join the horses, but just cried out.

He clearly remembered the review of the 'Final Trip’.

- From peak to peak, the body is heterogeneous and the description is lifeless. It was so disconcerting, it was like two writers had written it together. The advantages of the beginning and end that I felt inferior to suddenly fade away.

It was definitely an assessment that could hurt Taejin. Moreover, I felt even more hurt because I was empathetic to the evaluation of reconstruction.

Now my father is old too. The less physical you are, the harder it will be to write. If possible, it is natural for me to say only good things as a son.

“Let's do that. I love my last trip. ”

“Thank you for nothing. ”

“I'm not just saying that, Father. ”

“I'm going to leave you alone and write no more. ”

“Don't be so neat. ”

“No, I have decided. The final journey will remain my last piece, as it is called. ”

Taejin mutters as he looks into the void.

One piece was enough for me. The guilt and self-esteem of being left alone for a long time. His recurring nightmares were now difficult to bear.

“Go back to work, I'll think of something on my own. ”

“Yes, Father. Call me if you need anything. ”

Myeong-seok left the library and returned to his room. Eugene, lying sideways in bed reading the manuscript, raised his torso.

“What took you so long to get your stroller? And the oil car?"

“Oh, I forgot. I'll be back.”

Eugene caught the shifting stone. Then he shrugs out a bunch of manuscripts in his hand.

It was a ‘Evil Man’ manuscript in which the rebuilding ended retreat.

“No more cars. Check this out. ”

“Are you sure you want to review me? I read the first draft, and she's really good at writing. ”

“The end has changed. ”

“What?"

“In the first draft that you showed me, the protagonist drowns in the last place. That part's been corrected. Read it for yourself. ”

Myung Seok opened the last chapter of the manuscript.

Eugene was right.

In the first draft I read about, the protagonist throws himself into the river to meet his death. Afterwards, the woman who secretly loved him was the one who gave a lonely funeral.

“Survive · · · · · · · ·? ”

Committing to the river was the same at the end of the change.

The difference was after that. As death approaches, he instinctively starts to swim, craving life.

It's too far to the river.

Water currents are also extremely rough to navigate with the power of a single human.

However, the protagonist does not stop struggling. Reason stretches out and reaches out to the riverside in order to survive paralysis. For this moment, that humble river, which no one finds, became his ideal.

It was ending that way.

It is unclear whether the protagonist is alive or dead.

“What do you think?”

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Myeong-seok bounces his dry lips off the tip of his tongue and nods.

“You're much more fortunate. And. ”

“And then what? ”

“I like this ending better because it's hopeful. ”

“So am I. It was a malicious life, but this person is also a person. Whether he repents of his mistake or lives in a state of insanity, whatever it is he has to live with. ”

The two people with a heart smiled and looked at each other.

“What do they say in the open house? ”

“Just give me the license and I'll sell it as best I can. Thanks to you, I grew up not knowing the size of the company, and I'm not going to pay you back for that. Don't underestimate me just because I was a publisher of genre novels. ”

“That's great. We can translate it right away. ”

“Yes, you should. I've been looking all over for you. ”

Glug glug!

Eugene's phone rang and a message flew out.

After confirming the contents, Eugene hid his mouth and burst a smile.

“What's the matter? ”

“Ha, this is a message from the teacher. What kind of a nickname is this? I've felt it for a really long time, but let's not use names. ”

Eugene reached out his phone and showed me the message.

I laughed at the brilliance of reading it.

“Hahaha · · · · · · · · ·. ”

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